<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:06:42.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nate and Aften Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Life and Stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5602676970845942994</id><published>2009-01-24T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:20:50.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics I took of My family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8zmKVOI/AAAAAAAAARE/qWOn-ftImuQ/s1600-h/mf06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8zmKVOI/AAAAAAAAARE/qWOn-ftImuQ/s400/mf06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092913360491746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8nzXPyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9XhCVK44gbw/s1600-h/mf09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8nzXPyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9XhCVK44gbw/s400/mf09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092910194638626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8tKKpYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i4SyxZfFEyQ/s1600-h/mf16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8tKKpYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i4SyxZfFEyQ/s400/mf16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092911632459138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8cWX5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fflixzhTM_o/s1600-h/mf17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8cWX5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fflixzhTM_o/s400/mf17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092907120256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy6XYakQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O4sL2fvAi2E/s1600-h/us23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy6XYakQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O4sL2fvAi2E/s400/us23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092871426904322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan took this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvvkFnWlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ad_W6nJo04I/s1600-h/us12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvvkFnWlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ad_W6nJo04I/s400/us12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295089190165714194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvvOKo32UI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CoadC-LA5w0/s1600-h/mf02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvvOKo32UI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CoadC-LA5w0/s400/mf02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295088813557143874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5602676970845942994?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5602676970845942994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=5602676970845942994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5602676970845942994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5602676970845942994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-i-took-of-my-family.html' title='Pics I took of My family'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvy8zmKVOI/AAAAAAAAARE/qWOn-ftImuQ/s72-c/mf06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-3282460721803697975</id><published>2009-01-24T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:42:43.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So on November 25th, my sis-in-law tagged me to do this...and seeing as how I have been seriously busy...see www.afteneyephoto.typypad.com&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her blog until today...2 months later, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE VERY RANDOM THOUGHTS......&lt;br /&gt;7 random thoughts I have and then I tag whomever wants to tell blog followers what their random thoughts are...&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;1. I really dislike having the kitty litter in the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom...beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wonder if  Michael Weatherly has a girlfriend ( not that I am looking to be someone's girlfriend) Michael Weatherly plays "Tony DiNozzo on NCIS".&lt;br /&gt;3. I wonder if the scale will be up or down tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kids, animals, adults living in one little house constitutes PWT?(poor white trash).&lt;br /&gt;5. I love nuts.&lt;br /&gt;6. Where does all the diet coke go so fast?&lt;br /&gt;7. Will I be picked as a juror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so I tag anyone who reads this and leave me a message that you did it so I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-3282460721803697975?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/3282460721803697975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=3282460721803697975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/3282460721803697975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/3282460721803697975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-random-things.html' title='7 random things'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-7824953464414837732</id><published>2009-01-20T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:27:16.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved...</title><content type='html'>We had to give our house back to the bank...so we moved in with my sister.  She has a 1500squ ft house and there are 4 kids, 3 dogs, 2 mommies, 1 cat and Nathan ( when he is not in panama)all living here.  Can you say,COZY?  But thankfully, my sister has been gracious enough to let us stay here until we don't have to, hopefully she will be blessed immensely for her willingness to let us cram into her house...some of the many good things is that she makes me laugh all the time, and we can play scrabble and watch NCIS whenever we want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-7824953464414837732?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/7824953464414837732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=7824953464414837732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7824953464414837732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7824953464414837732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-moved.html' title='We have moved...'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-6876168076915025040</id><published>2008-11-26T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:51:47.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweetheart...He's Home....Yippee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Nathan got home last night and the kids were so excited, we made a big sign and got balloons and had a yummy dinner together as a family...we are so happy he is home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4WHxbfMFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8LDVOsFBTeY/s1600-h/dh01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4WHxbfMFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8LDVOsFBTeY/s400/dh01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273176536480952402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4V9yh-pNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lLDZ17BY9CI/s1600-h/dh03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4V9yh-pNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lLDZ17BY9CI/s400/dh03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273176364977923282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily  Loves balloons so she was holding her balloons  this morning while  eating her pancakes...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4Vp2QAw2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rWCIBza4HfA/s1600-h/dh02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4Vp2QAw2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rWCIBza4HfA/s400/dh02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273176022378922850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-6876168076915025040?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/6876168076915025040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=6876168076915025040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6876168076915025040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6876168076915025040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sweethearthes-homeyippee.html' title='My Sweetheart...He&apos;s Home....Yippee'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SS4WHxbfMFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8LDVOsFBTeY/s72-c/dh01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-6475062579625223230</id><published>2008-11-05T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:11:54.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party for Kiana, Our Neighbor</title><content type='html'>So this was my friend and neighbor, Norma's little girl, Kiana, who turned 3.  Clowns, playing at the park, and pizza and cake...what more could a kid want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIZgEIrlmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l6K7dnPtZKc/s1600-h/3rd+Birthday+Party+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIZgEIrlmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l6K7dnPtZKc/s400/3rd+Birthday+Party+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265298953006192226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIZJGR0ofI/AAAAAAAAAO0/T2_IPx0FaQQ/s1600-h/3rd+Birthday+Party+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIZJGR0ofI/AAAAAAAAAO0/T2_IPx0FaQQ/s400/3rd+Birthday+Party+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265298558444413426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face painting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIY182ihZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GPpK6vO84pc/s1600-h/3rd+Birthday+Party+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIY182ihZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GPpK6vO84pc/s400/3rd+Birthday+Party+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265298229496546706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIYtSNT7RI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xSaL5kB8JBo/s1600-h/3rd+Birthday+Party+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIYtSNT7RI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xSaL5kB8JBo/s400/3rd+Birthday+Party+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265298080610381074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-6475062579625223230?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/6475062579625223230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=6475062579625223230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6475062579625223230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6475062579625223230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-party-for-kiana-our-neighbor.html' title='Birthday Party for Kiana, Our Neighbor'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SRIZgEIrlmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l6K7dnPtZKc/s72-c/3rd+Birthday+Party+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-2111824067234553686</id><published>2008-11-03T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:05:12.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I am posting...Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well, since my husband lives in Panama now,( he wanted me to correct this to say that he works in Panama, but if he stays there for weeks on end, I would say that he lives there), I get to be a single Mom, good thing I have so many wonderful friends and neighbors to help me...or I would be way more crazy than  already am...Here are some pics from our fun Halloween night party at the Graziani home.  Collette, my friend always has fun parties and invites us so we come and eat too much and leave her house a huge mess, and for some reason she keeps asking us to come back.  But the kids had a lot of fun there and got too much candy that they all ate entirely the next day...NICE.  We were all dressed in black for some reason, but Elise doesn't like princesses anymore she has informed me, so she was a witch, but wanted her face painted and Kade wanted to be scary...but they were pretty cute...even for scary Halloween stuff, and Emily was a kitty...too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SQ88SaQH5GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BfbjnIWI6JM/s1600-h/hallow08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SQ88SaQH5GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BfbjnIWI6JM/s400/hallow08-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492776401658978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SQ88Aadi0eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eJNwpafJb2g/s1600-h/hallow08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SQ88Aadi0eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/eJNwpafJb2g/s400/hallow08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492467220304354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-2111824067234553686?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/2111824067234553686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=2111824067234553686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/2111824067234553686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/2111824067234553686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-i-am-postinghalloween.html' title='Finally, I am posting...Halloween'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SQ88SaQH5GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BfbjnIWI6JM/s72-c/hallow08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-595604494235819129</id><published>2008-10-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:50:40.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>Well, Coartney worked her hair magic again and the result is that I am a little less blond, a little shorter (hair wise=) and I feel like a diva mama again.  How cute is this hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SOjhyEERxUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F6UltssWN4I/s1600-h/hairoct08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SOjhyEERxUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F6UltssWN4I/s400/hairoct08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697215529076034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-595604494235819129?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/595604494235819129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=595604494235819129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/595604494235819129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/595604494235819129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SOjhyEERxUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F6UltssWN4I/s72-c/hairoct08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5691967077474700506</id><published>2008-09-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:17:14.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home Again...</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been quite an extraordinary few weeks. When my Dad called to tell me that he was diagnosed with liver cancer, this pass May...he started the conversation by saying..."I have bad news." I don't think I really understood the impact that those 4 words would have had on him and on my family. I asked him " what does that mean?" and he had said, "its not good"...you don't ever want to think that it is not good, especially when it is concerning your parent or a family member, but although the disease is not good, the man was and is...Because of the tenderness of my Father in Heaven, working through the angels that are my friends, I was able to be with my father as he passed on through to the next part of his life. All my siblings and my sweet mother were at his side as he took his last breathe. We were able to laugh and cry together as we remembered our father. I saw changes in the hearts of my brothers that could have only happened because of this experience. I was able to learn more about the type of man that my father was in the acts he did for others. We were able to have the "redneck funeral" that he would have always wanted. But as we stood over the grave where we said goodbye to his body, the thoughts that we could and will see him again spoke peace to our hearts because we know the truth. That was one of the things that my dad always said to me..."Know the truth and the truth shall make you free." I may not have understood exactly what he meant by that until I watched some suffering more because of our loss, because they understood not the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Another truth that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know is that I would not have been able to experience all these things without the love, prayers, support, and service given to me by all of my wonderful friends. The Savior said..." Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." I have truly felt that love from each of you, my friends. Thank you doesn't seem able to cover how I have felt because of each of you...but Thank You. My dad was a true example to me of the kind of friend that I would want to be. He was able to make and keep friends for a lifetime. He had friends from his childhood that came to visit him when he was sick, that were uplifted by Dad's strength, although they were there to strengthen him, and it is my prayer that I can be that kind of friend to each of you, because that is what you have been to me.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the program from My Dad's service that I think is neat and you can laugh at the funny, big hair pictures if you like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SNr0ervDXzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bnT9g65woVg/s1600-h/Inside+program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SNr0ervDXzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bnT9g65woVg/s400/Inside+program.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777123627065138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SNr0UeomznI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ogQuuhU_X8k/s1600-h/CoverProgram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SNr0UeomznI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ogQuuhU_X8k/s400/CoverProgram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249776948311674482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5691967077474700506?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5691967077474700506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=5691967077474700506' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5691967077474700506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5691967077474700506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-again.html' title='Back Home Again...'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SNr0ervDXzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bnT9g65woVg/s72-c/Inside+program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-6132717545905373864</id><published>2008-08-24T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:29:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother, Brent and his wife, Laura</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we had a bit of a shock when a letter that was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Brent Johnson was delivered to my parents house, and thinking it was a typo, my Mom opened it and saw that it was actually a copy of a marriage certificate for Brent and Laura.  They had eloped on August 19th and are now happily married.  Laura, I knew when she was a child, because I had dated her older brother when I was a teenager, well when I was back in PA, I met up with Laura, Brent had met her and they ended up really liking each other, so much so that they just went and got married and now he can take care of her when he has to leave for Iraq in October. I am quite happy for them,  although it was a bit of a shock, I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLIlhMpZL4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uBWllRsEA28/s1600-h/DSCF1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLIlhMpZL4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uBWllRsEA28/s400/DSCF1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238290568846061442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-6132717545905373864?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/6132717545905373864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=6132717545905373864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6132717545905373864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6132717545905373864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-brother-brent-and-his-wife-laura.html' title='My Brother, Brent and his wife, Laura'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLIlhMpZL4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uBWllRsEA28/s72-c/DSCF1514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-2515129516769257148</id><published>2008-08-24T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:04:45.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when there is no TV?</title><content type='html'>So, I sold our one and only TV this week, and it has been kind of an adjustment, but actually really good.  The kids have only said they were bored once, and they seemed to be doing just fine to life without a TV.  It is quite amazing actually, when that option is taken away, what kids will do, and even myself, I find more constructive things to do, rather than just vegging...anyway this morning the kids found a new way to entertain themselves with a mattress slide down the stairs, so I had to get a picture of it and maybe some Mom's wouldn't let their kids slide down the stairs on their mattress but I figured they weren't fighting and they are learning to work together and using their imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLGE2nBsTyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BQAyZ2-PE90/s1600-h/matslid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLGE2nBsTyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BQAyZ2-PE90/s400/matslid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113915332480802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLGEvodTBEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BsJ30loPLAc/s1600-h/matslid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLGEvodTBEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BsJ30loPLAc/s400/matslid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113795457614914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-2515129516769257148?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/2515129516769257148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=2515129516769257148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/2515129516769257148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/2515129516769257148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do-when-there-is-no-tv.html' title='What to do when there is no TV?'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SLGE2nBsTyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BQAyZ2-PE90/s72-c/matslid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-8633025049898846503</id><published>2008-08-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:58:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Kids</title><content type='html'>I have been spending my days lately with my daughter Emily( 2 and almost a half) and my nephew, Dylan, who is 1 and a half...well these ages seem to clash, because they argue and whine and fight and beat each other up all day long...the toys are all MINE, and they are not giving them up without a fight, and I find myself extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irritable&lt;/span&gt;.  Does anyone have any great suggestions for me, that does require a big rock...=)joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-8633025049898846503?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/8633025049898846503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=8633025049898846503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/8633025049898846503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/8633025049898846503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-kids.html' title='Little Kids'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-4414993109331921187</id><published>2008-08-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:54:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Wisdom</title><content type='html'>So I have to say a few things about my sister-in-law Jaimee, who I absolutely adore.  She is my brother Jared's wife.  They have 2 beautiful kids.  When I was back to visit in PA,  I was able to spend more time with them.  Anyway, Jaimee is completely beautiful, not only outside, but inside as well.  She is 1 of 3 children and the only girl stuck right in the middle.  Through hard times as a child and choices she made as a teenager and an adult, she has learned so much and is a constant example to me.   She says things that she has learned and I am in awe at what she knows, just through her experience and her willingness to become a better person.  Let me just tell you some things about her, This is one thing she wrote in an email to me the other day...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I think we should worry more about raising confident, educated, happy children, then wearing the latest fashions.&lt;/span&gt;" (And she doesn't look dowdy or out of style, she looks fabulous) She is the best Mom I have seen, because of the quality time she puts into her children's lives each day, from the mundane to the fabulous (at least the fabulous from a kids perspective, like the zoo or the kid museum or reading a book together, or playing with playdoh.)  She creates a loving, supportive, clean, happy environment that produces happy, well-adjusted children...and a happy husband, because of things she has taught him and helps him to become...just from her willingness to make changes in herself, because she wants a better life for her family.&lt;br /&gt;She is ever concerned about her families health and buys all the natural foods and makes sure her family is as healthy as they can be.  She also used to drink coffee and just decided one day that she didn't want to be addicted to anything anymore, so she stopped.  Yeah, she said it was hard, but she just made it happen because she felt better about herself and her health.  Now for those of us who have the same faith as me know that we have a guideline that we live by called the "Word of Wisdom".   In that guideline it states that the use of wine, strong drinks, tobacco, and hot drinks are not good for our bodies; That the herbs, fruits,  and grain, and meat sparingly are for the use of man...if we follow these guidelines it states...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;...all who remember to keep and do these sayings... shall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;receive health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; in their navel and marrow to their bones;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;  And shall &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/89/19a" mark="a" type="A" title="D&amp;amp;C 84: 80."&gt;find&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/89/19b" mark="b" type="B" title="TG Wisdom."&gt;wisdom&lt;/a&gt; and great &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/89/19c" mark="c" type="B" title="TG Treasure."&gt;treasures&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/89/19d" mark="d" type="C" title="Dan. 1: 17 (6-20); TG Knowledge; TG Testimony."&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt;, even hidden treasures; And shall &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/89/20a" mark="a" type="C" title="Prov. 4: 12; Isa. 40: 31; TG Strength."&gt;run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/89/20b" mark="b" type="A" title="Prov. 24: 10 (10-12); D&amp;amp;C 84: 80."&gt; and not be weary&lt;/a&gt;, and shall walk and not faint..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I don't think she realizes what blessing will come to her, because of her willingness to become better. I know I take the knowledge I have been given for granted.  There is so much more I can say about her, but I have to run take care of kiddos.  She is truly an inspiration to me and I love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SKXMymKzFjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bv2MQ2g2on4/s1600-h/jj34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SKXMymKzFjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bv2MQ2g2on4/s400/jj34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234815311499433522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-4414993109331921187?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/4414993109331921187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=4414993109331921187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4414993109331921187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4414993109331921187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/08/finding-wisdom.html' title='Finding Wisdom'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SKXMymKzFjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bv2MQ2g2on4/s72-c/jj34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-6186961675400437761</id><published>2008-08-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:33:25.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your Memories of You and ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hello, to all my readers, friends, family and stalkers...I seriously love to laugh so post a comment about you and I, funny sad, good, bad, or ugly for all to read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.&lt;br /&gt;If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you...HAPPY REMEMBERING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-6186961675400437761?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/6186961675400437761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=6186961675400437761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6186961675400437761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6186961675400437761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-your-memories-of-you-and-me.html' title='I want your Memories of You and ME'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-6620386776586360122</id><published>2008-07-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:33:54.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school Again</title><content type='html'>The kids had their 1st day of school today and all went well, except for a little emotional girl drama after getting home, but all in all, things went well at their new school...&lt;br /&gt;Here is the cutest 1st grader ever...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SI5y-G8qJxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/t2_B9ZGODkU/s1600-h/1stday+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SI5y-G8qJxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/t2_B9ZGODkU/s400/1stday+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228242628766213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the  cutest 2nd grader ever...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SI5yuxG8qxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tvZBV04achc/s1600-h/1stday+K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SI5yuxG8qxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tvZBV04achc/s400/1stday+K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228242365205752594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-6620386776586360122?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/6620386776586360122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=6620386776586360122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6620386776586360122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/6620386776586360122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-day-of-school-again.html' title='1st day of school Again'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SI5y-G8qJxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/t2_B9ZGODkU/s72-c/1stday+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-2915296930761026973</id><published>2008-07-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:39:01.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Back Home in Arizona</title><content type='html'>The kids and I had so much fun with my family and friends while we were back with my childhood home in Pennsylvania. We were able to spend time with my Dad and my Mom and all my brothers...and Jill was able to come out as well. We went to the beach (Lake Erie Peninsula), got to hang with my sister-in-law, Jaimee and the kids. We were able to celebrate Elise's birthday, and she got a build-a-bear...which was actually a build-a-kitty. The kids were able to run around the big back yard at my parents, they played in the creek, rode the tractor, roasted marshmallows over the fire, they swam in the pond, they played with my friends kids, went to the kids museum, went to the park, went to the Cherry Festival( AKA: poor white trash bash), we got together with old friends, friends with boats...SO all in all it was quite an adventure and the kiddos didn't want to come home ( they did however want their Daddy to come and stay at G-ma's and G-pa's), but we did come home and they were really excited to see their home and their dog and cat.&lt;br /&gt;So here we are all glad to be back and get back into the swing of things...&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures I got from the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  my brother Jared and his  beautiful  family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKIE4-jKYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lmmKh2RETK8/s1600-h/jj21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKIE4-jKYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lmmKh2RETK8/s400/jj21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224888135298787714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise's  birthday party...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKHr_1CU7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/tZpU5gocx_s/s1600-h/DSC_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKHr_1CU7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/tZpU5gocx_s/s400/DSC_1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887707641205682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKHSQcDevI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7LCHcbVd1tk/s1600-h/DSC_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKHSQcDevI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7LCHcbVd1tk/s400/DSC_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887265423227634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKHHtpUJgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kY-Ln0tJ8jo/s1600-h/bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKHHtpUJgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kY-Ln0tJ8jo/s400/bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887084284913154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest brother Brent, who serves us and our country in the Army and who will soon be going to Iraq in  November...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKFHK7csjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UoXMQxCD_oA/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKFHK7csjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UoXMQxCD_oA/s400/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224884875942474290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popsicles  with Grandpa...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKEy3XF3kI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DtOneWpBaeo/s1600-h/pa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKEy3XF3kI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DtOneWpBaeo/s400/pa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224884527092325954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my good friend Laura, who I hadn't seen in  maybe 18  years.  I had dated her brother when I  was a  senior in  High School, and after we broke up I had  continued to  visit  his family because I wasn't ready to give them up as well.   So , after  I moved away, I got busy with life, and time passed, I got married and  now  after so many yearrs I had always wondered how the Lafaro family was doing,  so I  stopped by and  was  able to visit  with them, and get reaquainted  with my  Laura...who was  7 years  old when I met her, and  now she is a beautiful woman,  with a beautiful baby girl, and she  is not 7 anymore.  I love her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKDhR6-bMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9AyWJJKjAnQ/s1600-h/pa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKDhR6-bMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9AyWJJKjAnQ/s400/pa8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883125472881858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my absolute favorite pictures that I got right as we were saying good-bye to my Mom and Dad...it was so hard because I  don't know if we will ever see my Dad again in this life, But I am so grateful for the opportunity to spend time with him, with my children and  for the fun memories we made.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKC0V_JpOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/85uS9Bu4BJU/s1600-h/pa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKC0V_JpOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/85uS9Bu4BJU/s400/pa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224882353470022882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  right  before  we left  to  goto  the  airport.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKIgx5aLlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/62f3mnEjR8Q/s1600-h/pa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKIgx5aLlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/62f3mnEjR8Q/s400/pa10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224888614434516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-2915296930761026973?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/2915296930761026973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=2915296930761026973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/2915296930761026973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/2915296930761026973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-back-home-in-arizona.html' title='We are Back Home in Arizona'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SIKIE4-jKYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lmmKh2RETK8/s72-c/jj21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-7762795555756866228</id><published>2008-07-04T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:37:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvania...</title><content type='html'>Happy Independence Day from Wattsburg, Pennsylvania... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6yj-RsbeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qdgkewiu1H8/s1600-h/DSC_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6yj-RsbeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qdgkewiu1H8/s400/DSC_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219305349251362274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where the land of the free and the home of the brave is green and beautiful...my parents backyard...which I have been running up and down for exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6wgt67xyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gHOqu3pzTv8/s1600-h/DSC_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6wgt67xyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gHOqu3pzTv8/s400/DSC_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219303094298068770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I  have been having fun riding the lawn mower/tractor with my brother Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6vasvQK8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/G3wqj42ymxc/s1600-h/DSC_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6vasvQK8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/G3wqj42ymxc/s400/DSC_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219301891389795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Callie, my star-studded cutie-pie neice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6tQQB4lHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/L7f5IJNfzAI/s1600-h/DSC_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6tQQB4lHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/L7f5IJNfzAI/s400/DSC_1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219299512861365362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cute girls, a little overexposed=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6rO7D2EfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o1OzxcAnMB8/s1600-h/DSC_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6rO7D2EfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o1OzxcAnMB8/s400/DSC_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219297291029320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a great time with my family so far. It has been really great seeing my parents and my Aunt Nancy...and my Brother Jared and his family that lives here.  It is, however, very difficult to see my Dad not as strong as he has normally been and it is frustrating dealing with the bureaucracy of  doctors and  insurance issues...we still know not what treatment he needs to receive and obviously when he will receive it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my parents live way out in the country and I can't figure out how to send my emails to people, and the satellite  internet connection is slower, although I can get the emails and connect to the internet...which is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-7762795555756866228?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/7762795555756866228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=7762795555756866228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7762795555756866228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7762795555756866228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/07/pennsylvania.html' title='Pennsylvania...'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SG6yj-RsbeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qdgkewiu1H8/s72-c/DSC_1580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-1791511823281884724</id><published>2008-06-25T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:29:14.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wright Family pics</title><content type='html'>Well...since my husband's family hadn't had a family picture taken since Nick and Coartney got married ...Mindi...our little instigator, called to ask if I could get a few shots for her of the whole family that has gotten so big...so on a Saturday evening...when the  day was at its warmest...actually down right  HOT...( we do live in AZ)  I set up my  little tri-pod and  camera on automatic  and ran back and forth between shots...luckily I know some tricks  on the back editing ,  to make it possible for at least all the adults to have eyes open and  lookin ' good...too many kids and not enough shots  for all them to  be looking at the little  red blinking light... but look  how cute everyone is...that is so fun.  Thanks Mindi for  getting everyone there and  for  dinner after.=) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SGLvdC1zs2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tRDzCdhUaQU/s1600-h/w01+copy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SGLvdC1zs2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tRDzCdhUaQU/s400/w01+copy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215994600706257762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-1791511823281884724?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/1791511823281884724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=1791511823281884724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/1791511823281884724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/1791511823281884724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/06/wright-family-pics.html' title='Wright Family pics'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SGLvdC1zs2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tRDzCdhUaQU/s72-c/w01+copy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-3629415224622708966</id><published>2008-06-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:02:53.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy...</title><content type='html'>This  picture of my Dad and Emily was taken February of 2007...this was the last time I have been  back to my  parents house in PA...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SFB1LZYvVoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yTutNbIa7U8/s1600-h/dad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SFB1LZYvVoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yTutNbIa7U8/s400/dad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210793607521326722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a note from my Mom to her family explaining what is going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hi, all. Well, we have an update on Bert's condition....results of the biopsy and blood test reports: he has liver cancer. Apparently it is a kind that-of people who get this... 75% are people who have a history of alcohol or hepetitis. The other 25%, which Bert is in, the etiology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;(where it comes from)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is pretty much unknown. He will be going to a hospital in Pittsburgh where they have people who specialize in the treatment of this type of condition. His digestive disease doctor said that the Hospital in Pitt. would be superior to the Regional Cancer Center in Erie. Now we just wait for an appointment and go from there. Bert is in good spirits and has a good attitude at this time. My love to all. I will keep you informed. Carol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To find out that your Daddy has liver cancer...is a shock...but I know that the Lord has a plan for each of us and this is one of many things that my Dad has taught me, so I know why he is "in good spirits" as my Mom said, because he is willing to do the will of our Father in Heaven.  I know that our family...my brothers and sisters, and my parents, will be sustained with a God-given ability to cope with all that comes our way as we strive to live according to the Will of The Father.  I  know that Families can live together for Eternity, my Daddy and my Father has taught me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-3629415224622708966?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/3629415224622708966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=3629415224622708966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/3629415224622708966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/3629415224622708966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-daddy.html' title='My Daddy...'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SFB1LZYvVoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yTutNbIa7U8/s72-c/dad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-4620060903460578703</id><published>2008-06-06T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:57:30.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is one I haven't seen before...tagged by Melisa</title><content type='html'>I finally saw the post, I have been photoing...is that a word, anyway here are my ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Attached or single? Attached to Mr. Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best friend? Yep...I have many best friends, thankfully, where would I be without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or pie? to choose, probably pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of choice? all day everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential item? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite color? many colors...depends on where it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy Bears or Worms? neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown? Wattsburg, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Favorite indulgence? Chocolate Chip Cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July? July happy birthday to me and Elise&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids? KadElisEmily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Life isn't complete without? trial and tribulation, joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage date? January 8, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of brothers and sisters?1 sis,3 bros...me oldest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or apples? Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia and fears? Phobia of blanket over my head...fear of not becoming the woman I can become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote- Nothing tastes as good as thin feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason to smile? I am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Season of choice? summer...that is why I live in AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag 10 people. all of you who want something to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me? I slid down the Provo rec Center slide without a swimsuit at a staff party...you can go so fast&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable?asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit? diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-xylophone:) because what else goes with X? not recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your favorite food? I am a food-aholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign? cancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-4620060903460578703?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/4620060903460578703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=4620060903460578703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4620060903460578703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4620060903460578703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-this-is-one-i-havent-seen.html' title='Now this is one I haven&apos;t seen before...tagged by Melisa'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5977447377597538754</id><published>2008-05-31T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:36:09.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know who does my hair, and some of you may go to her as well, but I have to say that she is the best hair girl ever...I know she is my sister-in-law, and my friend, and I really like her in spite of the whole hair thing...but she is FANOMINAL...she is the best colorist, the best stylist, the best conversationalist,(which has to be a must with some one who does your hair), and she is funny and beautiful and I just can't say enough good things about her, so I thought I would show you how great of a job she does...because a picture says a thousand words...( I did take this myself, but I  am not in focus which is fine because I was focusing on my hair and they turned out good, just take a look at that color and cut...)&lt;br /&gt;Thank You so much Coartney...love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SEHL9YFqmmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EYi-nNPAgwo/s1600-h/hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SEHL9YFqmmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EYi-nNPAgwo/s400/hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666899515677282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SEHLqIFqmlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ihh0_OpU8lM/s1600-h/hair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SEHLqIFqmlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ihh0_OpU8lM/s400/hair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206666568803195474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5977447377597538754?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5977447377597538754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=5977447377597538754' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5977447377597538754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5977447377597538754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/05/hair.html' title='HAIR'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SEHL9YFqmmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EYi-nNPAgwo/s72-c/hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-4812832469251088627</id><published>2008-05-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:09:29.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>Elise has graduated from Kindergarten and  will be in the 1st grade next year.   They do a little program for the parents  on the last day  so we can see how cute they all are.  As you can see Elise with her classmates singin' a song for all of us...she looks so intent.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8M84FqmeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7da6PO0KIn4/s1600-h/kg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8M84FqmeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7da6PO0KIn4/s400/kg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205893934251416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elise's  wonderful teacher, Mrs. Dean.  She was so great and Elise is reading really well now .  Elise's really good friend Sidney is also  in the  picture.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8MZ4FqmdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BYsk61oMTn4/s1600-h/kg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8MZ4FqmdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BYsk61oMTn4/s400/kg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205893332955994578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elise's  cousin, Emma.  She also graduated Kindergarten...Emma is Nathan's brother Jared's little girl.  Aren't they cute?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8L9IFqmcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q7KUniXrO98/s1600-h/kg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8L9IFqmcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q7KUniXrO98/s400/kg5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205892839034755522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise and I after the program.  Nathan and Emmy and Grandma Wright were also there, along with Emma's family.  (We look a little alike, don't you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8LOoFqmbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CAfhqbXEfJY/s1600-h/kg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8LOoFqmbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CAfhqbXEfJY/s400/kg8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205892040170838450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-4812832469251088627?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/4812832469251088627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=4812832469251088627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4812832469251088627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4812832469251088627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/05/kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SD8M84FqmeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7da6PO0KIn4/s72-c/kg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-1283554156944810904</id><published>2008-05-25T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:23:02.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin'</title><content type='html'>So while I was making 8 dinners, my friend, Collette's two girls came over, and they had found ways to entertain themselves and stay out of my way, seeing as how I was intensely engrossed in making pasta dishes for my freezer group (www.justfreezeit.blogspot.com).  So when Collette called to say she wanted the girls to go home, I found a minute to check on them, I went outside to find them all diggin' in the dirt...(oh and Nathan was out there keeping track of all of them.) So, next time you want your kids to do some manual labor, just send them over and I will put them to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnI24FqmZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7xosEMmknIk/s1600-h/kd02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnI24FqmZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7xosEMmknIk/s400/kd02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204411689497958802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnItoFqmYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/go2BLA_TSx0/s1600-h/kd01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnItoFqmYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/go2BLA_TSx0/s400/kd01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204411530584168834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnIj4FqmXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HRvoeeYfyws/s1600-h/kd03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnIj4FqmXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HRvoeeYfyws/s400/kd03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204411363080444274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmy and Anthony Diggin'...Anthony is my friend, Collette's little boy...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnIF4FqmWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FAoHIMGG2Oc/s1600-h/kd04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnIF4FqmWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FAoHIMGG2Oc/s400/kd04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204410847684368738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how great Emmy is working...she is a real good digger, comes from good, strong stock. We Johnson women were always having to dig our cars out of the driveway, but we were digging snow...not dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnHaYFqmVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/94zW16Azyfo/s1600-h/kd06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnHaYFqmVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/94zW16Azyfo/s400/kd06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204410100360059218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnHQoFqmUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WtmJq_RjUtE/s1600-h/kd05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnHQoFqmUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WtmJq_RjUtE/s400/kd05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204409932856334658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-1283554156944810904?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/1283554156944810904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=1283554156944810904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/1283554156944810904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/1283554156944810904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/05/diggin.html' title='Diggin&apos;'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDnI24FqmZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7xosEMmknIk/s72-c/kd02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-4309161561225586273</id><published>2008-05-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:09:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The continuing battle of the bulge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDWaXYFqmTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MV7KgWCQ7c4/s1600-h/jaimee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDWaXYFqmTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MV7KgWCQ7c4/s400/jaimee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234670890359090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(this isn't the best picture, and yes I am a dork, but that is Jaimee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so here's the scoop, as many of you know, I struggle with over-eating, eating too much during stressful times and choosing unhealthy foods.  Well my sister-in-law, Jaimee, who is married to my brother Jared, read my posts on this blog and offered to help me with my battle.  I gave her a hard time at first because I thought she wanted me to eat too much food, but in the end I tried it her way, and after 1 week I had lost 4+ pounds.  I have been doing it her way for about 3 weeks now and I must say that I feel a lot better, and I am eating better, and I am exercising daily.  She has totally helped me get through some issues, and has helped me to see past the emotional eating...I am amazed at what she knows and her diligence in helping me.  We probably e-mail about 3-7 times a day, and she is so willing to give me great ideas and thoughts and advice.&lt;br /&gt;I can not express my gratitude to her and how she has helped me to stay the course and persevere.  I feel confident in my pursuit of the body I want. Not only that, but she has helped me to find inner strength and push past my feelings that make me want to eat everything in sight.  I am so grateful for her and her willingness to help me with this struggle.  The sad part is that she lives in Pennsylvania and I am not sure when she will get to see the progress I have made in my pursuit of a healthier body...thank you Jaimee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-4309161561225586273?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/4309161561225586273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=4309161561225586273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4309161561225586273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/4309161561225586273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/05/continuing-battle-of-bulge.html' title='The continuing battle of the bulge...'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SDWaXYFqmTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MV7KgWCQ7c4/s72-c/jaimee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5038692522255190472</id><published>2008-05-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:08:56.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryn's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SCOjbwi64XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iYcQCUMqsQk/s1600-h/maryn,+leah,+dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SCOjbwi64XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iYcQCUMqsQk/s400/maryn,+leah,+dylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198178092198846834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leah, Dylan, Maryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, my brother's little girl, Maryn, turned 6 yesterday, and I thought it would be fun to take the kids to a movie.  I got Kade and Elise out early from school, and went to pick up Maryn and her sister, Leah.  ( For some reason the Tempe school district has the students get out of school early on Wednesday's, which worked out good because 1. it was Maryn's birthday and 2. we could go to a matinee at the theatre.)  So I picked up the kids and headed for Wal-Mart so the kids could pick out a treat for the movie...a treat at a reasonable price, that is...not movie prices.  And then we headed over to the theatre to see Dr.  Seuss  Horton Hears a Who.   We got settled and  we were a bit early so the kids were running around chasing each other for about 45 min...luckily no one else was in the theatre yet.  (I wouldn't have let them run around if there were people in there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie starts and all is well, only a couple trips to the bathroom and drinking fountain, by MY children.  As the movie continues to progress, I am thrilled with what I am hearing,( and its not just a Who), Horton is telling his little mouse friend that once he commits to something he does it 100 percent, even if the whole jungle is mad at him for something that seems unexplainable and completely ludicrous, a whole world on a spec, but Horton just continued to say... "I said what I meant and I meant what I said, An elephant is faithful 100%."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Horton continues to follow through with what he promised to do, and the Kangaroo is so angry, she says that  if you can't see it or hear it , then it is not true, (something to that effect).  As the story goes, the whole jungle ends up finding Horton before he can finish what he wants to do and they stop him and ridicule him.  They are going to cage him and hurt him. But to stop all this, all he has to do is tell everyone that what he said is NOT TRUE,  that what he KNOWS to be TRUTH, is not true and then they will leave him alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you know how it ends, Horton is being tormented and caged, but he stood by what he knew to be truth and the Jungle Animals finally heard the WHO's, they heard the truth...and all is well because...  "An elephant is faithful 100%."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about this little children's story...how much can I learn from the Elephant...Am I willing to be Faithful to the truth that I KNOW, even if it may sound incredulous to some, Am I willing to be faithful 100%, at the cost of ALL?  Do I mean what I say and say what I mean...Am I Faithful 100%?  The lessons of life that I have been taught in recent months has helped me to know that I AM willing to give  ALL  that is required to stand for the Truth that I  KNOW.  How great is it that we can teach our little ones that they can stand for the truth that they KNOW, even if it means that they might have to be "caged" and "poked with sticks".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5038692522255190472?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5038692522255190472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=5038692522255190472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5038692522255190472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5038692522255190472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/05/maryns-birthday.html' title='Maryn&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SCOjbwi64XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iYcQCUMqsQk/s72-c/maryn,+leah,+dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-3737172012964338202</id><published>2008-05-01T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:21:13.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Consider these words written by Abraham Lincoln as part of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;resolution in 1863: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"'We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in number, wealth, and power as no other Nation has ever grown. But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us, and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success we have become too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God who made us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"'It behooves us, then, to humble ourselves before the offended power, to confess our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sins, and to pray for clemency and forgiveness.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have read these words, I have felt the overpowering need to fall down to my knees in humble gratitude because of the endless mercies my Father in Heaven has so willingly and abundantly granted to me...&lt;br /&gt;It overwelms me to think that I have 3 incredible children who are spirit children of our Father in Heaven, to care for and teach, and HE has given me the opportunity to care for them in this mortal realm, in spite of all the mistakes I make daily...&lt;br /&gt;I have been truly blessed to have an eternal companion that overlooks my flaws and continues to love me and support me...&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with "goodly parents" who have loved me and instructed me in righteousness...&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with family and friends that continually help me to grow and become all that I can become, and lead me, by example, to overcome my many weaknesses...whether these weaknesses be physically, emotionally, or spiritually...&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but it is my prayer that if you have felt the Power of Heaven's glorious Hand in your life to help preserve your peace, give you strength beyond understanding, and enriched  your daily life, then on bended knee, thank your Father in Heaven for ALL that He has given you.&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-3737172012964338202?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/3737172012964338202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=3737172012964338202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/3737172012964338202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/3737172012964338202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5911882349219137428</id><published>2008-04-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:33:01.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE7LXa4wBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/J2w-bfGp6W0/s1600-h/eb17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE7LXa4wBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/J2w-bfGp6W0/s400/eb17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192996911786278930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE7CHa4wAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cii9pRC8aLA/s1600-h/eb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE7CHa4wAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cii9pRC8aLA/s400/eb10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192996752872488962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE6sXa4v_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F86Hly4y72I/s1600-h/eb12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE6sXa4v_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F86Hly4y72I/s400/eb12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192996379210334194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I love these pictures because it is the simple things that make a girl happy...&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure you put your whole heart and soul into whatever it is you are doing&lt;br /&gt;2. Always have 2 Chocolate cupcakes, one for each hand&lt;br /&gt;3. Wash the cupcakes down with a bag of cookies...&lt;br /&gt;( I wonder why I have issues with my weight?=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5911882349219137428?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5911882349219137428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=5911882349219137428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5911882349219137428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5911882349219137428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pics-of-emmys-birthday.html' title='What a girl needs'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SBE7LXa4wBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/J2w-bfGp6W0/s72-c/eb17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-8522429448018202579</id><published>2008-04-21T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:50:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>In battling the bulge, I have succumbed again to the overindulgence of eating everything in sight.  I thought that showing everyone the "raw" version of myself would help me to be more motivated, but alas,  that too has not helped me.  So what can I do?  My good friend says to just be happy with how I am right now...unfortunately,  that is easier said than done, because I was 11 years old when I decided to loose weight for the first time and I seem to have that mode ingrained in my mind for my way of life.  But for some reason I have not been able to do it this time around...whine whine...enough of that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-8522429448018202579?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/8522429448018202579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=8522429448018202579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/8522429448018202579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/8522429448018202579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/04/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5473781615542389299</id><published>2008-04-16T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:39:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmy turns 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!&lt;br /&gt;So 2 years ago today, was Easter Sunday and Emily was born.  Thankfully, after my sister, who was her nurse, begged the doctor to induce me because she couldn't handle being around me any longer as a pregnant woman...so they got me going and she came late that day...but Jill, my sister almost had to deliver her because Emily was just gonna slide right out when I put my legs up...so after the doctor arrived, got my legs up in the stirrups, Emily came out and all I had to do was sit up... She has truly been so wonderful and I am grateful for her sweetness and spunk she brings to our family...&lt;br /&gt;Emmy loves balloons, so I got up early and got her some.  At this age they still think that is great she was so excited that I had to get some pictures of her with the "allboons" as she calls them..."Happy Allboons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaEGpnI-TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JWxxkM-6BKY/s1600-h/bd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaEGpnI-TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JWxxkM-6BKY/s400/bd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189980870375176498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somedays this is totally how I feel...everything can be great but I still feel blue,  I love this picture..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaDXZnI-SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cQR2nzae2g0/s1600-h/eb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaDXZnI-SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cQR2nzae2g0/s400/eb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189980058626357538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get a really great picture of Emmy with  the balloons but she  didn't like holding them outside because the wind was blowing and  I think she felt like she was going to get blown away...but here is  one with a grouchy face and passy...still pretty cute...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaCZJnI-RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uRhJBKpm9TI/s1600-h/eb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaCZJnI-RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uRhJBKpm9TI/s400/eb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189978989179500818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are the kids with Emmy, after she got all her balloons.  My friend Collette's  little girl, Ashlyn, has been staying here with us  for a couple of nights while she takes a trip with her honey.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaBbJnI-QI/AAAAAAAAADs/sNrZDvWgfZE/s1600-h/eb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaBbJnI-QI/AAAAAAAAADs/sNrZDvWgfZE/s320/eb5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189977924027611394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5473781615542389299?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5473781615542389299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=5473781615542389299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5473781615542389299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/5473781615542389299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/04/emmy-turns-2.html' title='Emmy turns 2'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SAaEGpnI-TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JWxxkM-6BKY/s72-c/bd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-7533189179889633057</id><published>2008-04-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:29:56.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing good this week...</title><content type='html'>Well since I have posted the fat picture, I have been embarrassed enough to stop eating so much and I have worked out everyday this week so far. Monday I didn't goto the gym, but I did do some deep down scrubing in the bathrooms for hours on end, so since Monday I have lost 6lbs. Yippee...although in my battle of the bulge I have lost those 6 pounds about 12 times, because I get derailed and fall off the wagon into a vat of chocolate. I am having one of those days when all the emotions of life make me want to eat everything in sight, but because I am way too embarrassed to stay like that fat picture, I am NOT going to eat everything, and then I can get past the hump and lose more bumps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-7533189179889633057?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/7533189179889633057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=7533189179889633057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7533189179889633057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7533189179889633057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/04/doing-good-this-week.html' title='Doing good this week...'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-1523868751813797162</id><published>2008-04-09T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:42:00.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling the Bulge</title><content type='html'>This is not the body I want so I am changing it...My sister-in-law, Mindi, said something that I already knew but it just clicked...she said that how much food I eat is what I totally have control over, so just stop eating so much...now I know this, but I am tired of complaining about it...I need to find my swimsuit body under this bulge.  I am too sexy for this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU REALLY WANT TO SEE THE PHOTO EMAIL ME...THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_0C00yjCII/AAAAAAAAADk/obqLcwSzPbI/s1600-h/123107a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-1523868751813797162?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/1523868751813797162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=1523868751813797162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/1523868751813797162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/1523868751813797162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/04/battling-bulge.html' title='Battling the Bulge'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-7681618049157835648</id><published>2008-03-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:27:01.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter Sunday we went to church, came back to our house and Jill and Connor came over.  We ate, and played Scrabble, and ate, and took some pictures, Kade was doing something else and didn't want to be in the pictures, but the girls and Connor (reluctantly) took a couple pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_Au90ApuSI/AAAAAAAAADM/9zyjvVZr4Pg/s1600-h/k05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_Au90ApuSI/AAAAAAAAADM/9zyjvVZr4Pg/s320/k05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183694810571716898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_AuvkApuRI/AAAAAAAAADE/sOZWNgV6ciw/s1600-h/j36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_AuvkApuRI/AAAAAAAAADE/sOZWNgV6ciw/s320/j36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183694565758581010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_AtjEApuQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SdLMG4Ou0k4/s1600-h/j37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_AtjEApuQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SdLMG4Ou0k4/s320/j37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183693251498588418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-7681618049157835648?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/7681618049157835648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=7681618049157835648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7681618049157835648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7681618049157835648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R_Au90ApuSI/AAAAAAAAADM/9zyjvVZr4Pg/s72-c/k05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-7954939611164793232</id><published>2008-03-15T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:29:11.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erika's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Erika.  Today we went to her 6th birthday party at a park by her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids had so much fun at the playground and seeing there cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yMR3S0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fZrTcjYj6fs/s1600-h/eb01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yMR3S0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fZrTcjYj6fs/s320/eb01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178167910097774242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily had so much fun swinging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yNX3S0ZrI/AAAAAAAAACE/uyUsMfnO_pk/s1600-h/eb18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yNX3S0ZrI/AAAAAAAAACE/uyUsMfnO_pk/s320/eb18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178169112688617138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yOQXS0ZsI/AAAAAAAAACM/-e7d37qFC8A/s1600-h/eb07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yOQXS0ZsI/AAAAAAAAACM/-e7d37qFC8A/s320/eb07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178170083351226050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yOvHS0ZtI/AAAAAAAAACU/l3iZ4BNnl0c/s1600-h/eb08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yOvHS0ZtI/AAAAAAAAACU/l3iZ4BNnl0c/s320/eb08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178170611632203474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had fun getting all the candy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yPEXS0ZuI/AAAAAAAAACc/wIWAxZe6yCE/s1600-h/eb09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yPEXS0ZuI/AAAAAAAAACc/wIWAxZe6yCE/s320/eb09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178170976704423650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaimee and Vincent.  How stinkin' cute is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yP9HS0ZvI/AAAAAAAAACk/YdiDh9851ZI/s1600-h/eb04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yP9HS0ZvI/AAAAAAAAACk/YdiDh9851ZI/s320/eb04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178171951661999858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's little girl, Sydney came with us, which was fun because Elise and her love to play together...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yQqnS0ZwI/AAAAAAAAACs/-c-J8bcnQLs/s1600-h/eb16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yQqnS0ZwI/AAAAAAAAACs/-c-J8bcnQLs/s320/eb16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178172733346047746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, thanks for the fun party, we love seeing everybody.  One of the best things that happened at this party was that Grandma Toombs was able to come and join in the fun.  The significance of this is that there were 4 generations at this little get together.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the beautiful Women that are Descendants of Grandma Toombs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yTU3S0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lT2AiZhMU_I/s1600-h/4gen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yTU3S0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lT2AiZhMU_I/s320/4gen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178175658218776338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-7954939611164793232?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/7954939611164793232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=7954939611164793232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7954939611164793232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115211382520610268/posts/default/7954939611164793232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/2008/03/erikas-birthday-party.html' title='Erika&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Aften</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688500493190846629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9yMR3S0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fZrTcjYj6fs/s72-c/eb01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-5287728972929415524</id><published>2008-03-13T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:10:48.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://theamazingsix.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-youre-it.html"&gt;Tag!!... You're it!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I've been tagged by my friend Marianne ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Where were you 10 years ago? &lt;/strong&gt;In March of 1998 I was living in a 2 bedroom apartment in Gilbert with 2 of my Friends, Sharla and Kelly, I think at that time My brother Adam and my sister Jill were also living with us...The 3 of us(Adam and Jill and I) were in one room and Sharla and Kelly were in the other room...you can imagine the funk that came from that room...no wonder Kelly and Sharla were at their wits end having to put up the the Big Headed Johnsons all in one room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Five things on my to-do list...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play with the kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read and pray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk kindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Five snacks I enjoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reese's peanut butter eggs( when I am off the weight losing Bandwagon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheezits  (again, when I am off the weight losing Bandwagon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cottage Cheese with peaches ( healthy snack)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretzel's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popcorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Three of my bad habits...&lt;/strong&gt; (It's hard to only list three :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over-eating and whining about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet coke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not praying on my Knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Five places I've lived... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wattsburg, Pa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rexburg, Id&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provo, Ut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mesa, AZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gilbert, Az&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) Five jobs I've had...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putt-Putt golf and Games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;McDONALDS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim Teacher and Life Guard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Activities  Director at a  Health Care Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Domestic  Engineer  aka Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) Five things you don't know about me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to swim in Lakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Have slid down the Provo Recreation center Outdoor slides in the Buff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have run a Marathon at the age of 35&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I graduated from BYU without getting married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love good quality clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 5 people: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomever wants to join the fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-5287728972929415524?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/5287728972929415524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/SXvkYfB0lYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JVm7CWlxCs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115211382520610268.post-1669467310162981149</id><published>2008-03-10T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:22:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things We Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9VZz3S0ZnI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z5RMtEsC5OQ/s1600-h/k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGtm6a5cyns/R9VZz3S0ZnI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z5RMtEsC5OQ/s320/k3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176142094283335282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Savior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scriptures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Temple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egg Sandwiches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Dog Boston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitty's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Golf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long Earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skinny Jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacation with Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma's and Grandpa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sailing with Uncle Lynn and Aunt Sue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spicy Smelling Candles Burning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet Coke, just out of the freezer, just before it turns slushy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Good Movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puppies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making Jewelry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls Night Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High Heels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding Bikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A long Walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to the park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laying out At Collette's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running(sometimes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A big Drink of Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cookie dough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long Hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FHE, When it goes well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coartney's Hair cutting skills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrabble with Jill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shabby Chic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Junk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visits to PA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring Break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The American Flag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long Talks on the phone With Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite Aunt Nancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NYC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot Homemade Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long Road Trips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skinny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Power Within&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desert in Bloom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Long Nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary Kay Makeup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blankie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crafts of sorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot Tamales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good Book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dots (the Candy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids Who Eat all their Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Armed Forces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coloring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping for clothes that fit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scooters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Good Cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Whining&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday Meal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedtime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty Dresses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer Games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheezits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115211382520610268-1669467310162981149?l=then8naf10family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://then8naf10family.blogspot.com/feeds/1669467310162981149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115211382520610268&amp;postID=1669467310162981149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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